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Title: Out Like a Light

Author: Gordon Randall Garrett

Release Date: January 28, 2008 [EBook #24444]
Last updated: January 22, 2009

Language: English

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[Illustration]

OUT LIKE A LIGHT

By MARK PHILLIPS

=_Kenneth Malone--sometimes known as Sir Kenneth of The Queen's Own
FBI--had had problems with telepathic spies, and more than somewhat
nutty telepathic counterspies. But the case of the Vanishing
Delinquents was at least as bad...._=

Illustrated by Freas

[Illustration]

The sidewalk was as soft as a good bed. Malone lay curled on it thinking
about nothing at all. He was drifting off into a wonderful dream and he
didn't want to interrupt it. There was this girl, a beautiful girl, more
wonderful than anything he had ever imagined, with big blue eyes and
long blond hair and a figure that made the average pin-up girl look like
a man. And she had her soft white hand on his arm, and she was looking
up at him with trust and devotion and even adoration in her eyes, and
her voice was the softest possible whisper of innocence and promise.

"I'd love to go up to your apartment with you, Mr. Malone," she said.

Malone smiled back at her, gently but with complete confidence. "Call me
Ken," he said, noticing that he was seven feet tall and superbly
muscled. He put his free hand on the girl's warm, soft shoulder and she
wriggled with delight.

"All right--Ken," she said. "You know, I've never met anyone like you
before. I mean, you're so wonderful and everything."

Malone chuckled modestly, realizing, in passing, how full and rich his
voice had become. He felt